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Dry leaf...

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  I am a dry leaf. I will be tossed by the wind,  scorched by the sun,  drenched by the rain, but I will flow, for I am a dry leaf… which sings to the music of the world,  which dances to the tunes of nature, for I am a dry leaf... as light as a feather or  even lighter! I am a dry leaf… playing to the tunes of the creator, dancing to the beat of life,  flying at times, rolling at times, caught in the mischief of the wind! Ah!! I am a dry leaf… I have no tension,  no sorrows,  no stress,  no problems,  no challenges,  no depressions,  no worries,  no anxiety,  no questions, about tomorrow, about yesterday, about present, about past, about future, about people, about anything, about everything, about nothing, about myself, about life. I don’t think.. I don’t have to… I am taken care... Hugged by the air..  kissed by the dew drops…  caressed by mother earth… Oh! How much I am loved by all for, I am a dry leaf!!!! Let me fly as a dry leaf, let me live as a dry leaf,  let me just be…  for
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Entrainment 23

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  In His presence, In His embrace, In His wisdom, In His energy, In His silence, Drenched, Soaked, Awakened  & Reborn. Entrainment 23, a celebration of ... My year-long wait ended on the first week of September 2023. I could finally see, experience and hug my living guru, Mahatria, in the residential retreat, Entrainment 23. My preparation for the retreat was filled with exhilarating anticipation and excitement. There was a skip in my walk, rhythm in my lips, dance in my body and music in my heart as I waited for ‘the’ day.  The experiences I was blessed with in the retreat were beyond anything I could have ever experienced. It was refreshing, intellectual, introspective, emotional, transforming and soul-stirring.  He always leaves me in awe.  How does one simplify such complex spiritual truth?  How does one make spiritual wisdom so relatable to day-to-day life?  How does one think and equip us ten steps ahead when we don’t even know where we are walking?  The retreat was full of h
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The Mountains

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  I looked at the picture and words flowed, Little did I know he wished it so, My better half’s first trek experience through my eyes. The Mountains It is as mighty as it seems, It is as breathtaking at it seems, It is as pristine as it seems, It looks formidable, It looks inviting, And when you set forth to explore it, What awaits you is nothing you can see. Is it its scintillating view that are wallpaper worth photographs? Or its awe-inspiring presence that makes each moment a poetry? Is it the valleys, the lakes, the boulders, the snow, the waterfall or the passes? Anything and everything the eyes see become a cherishable memory. Yet the gift of the mountain is something way more subtle. Experience after experience, You are forged, You are tempered, You are renewed and  You are reborn. It takes you to the brink of despair, And retrieves you through your resolve. It pushes you to your limits, And cradles you back with your resilience. It reveals your worst fear, And strengthens your
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Cooking Time

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  It was a holiday, and the day started lazily. The harsh summer heat was toned down by a sudden morning shower. The weather also seemed to play along with my leisure mood, bringing its cool and pleasant face, a rarity in May. My kitchen, usually a hot furnace, seemed cool and welcoming today. It put me in a perfect mood, and I set out to cook something special.  Pav Bhaji, a street food from the financial capital of India, Mumbai, consists of thick vegetable gravy (Bhaji) served with a soft bread roll (Pav). I started the cooking process of the Bhaji. On the stove went in a pressure cooker with vegetables and a Kadai with onion and spices. The aroma of the spices filled the house. I kept adding one ingredient after the other in the kadai, watching the pressure cooker for any sign of pressure release. It seemed to take forever. It was stubborn and showed no sign of whistling, even under maximum heat. It got me thinking that no matter what we do, every dish has a cooking time that canno
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The Broken Nail

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  It was vacation time for the kids, and the house was a total mess, with toys and books strewn everywhere. The noise was at a different level, with children always watching television, listening to music, or buzzing like bees near my ears. Me time was a luxury I desperately craved and dreamed of. Today was my lucky day. I managed to finally steal a few minutes with my Kindle and dived into the world of mystery, romance and words. That blissful moment, however, was short-lived. My younger child interrupted me, proudly showing off her new cupcake creation with her favourite toy, the Magnetiles. As she hugged me, she accidentally pressed her hand on my pinky finger, and I winced with pain. Yesterday while peeling an apple and mediating a quarrel between the two siblings, I had inadvertently snapped a bit of my nail, and the pain was torturous. I explained to my three-year-old that my nail was hurting because it was broken, and her answer left me shocked and speechless.  I mumbled a resp
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A laid-back emotion – called?

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  I am looked down upon, As a terrible thing, Children embrace me, While the adults hate me. I am always unwelcome, A disease that people shun away from, Yet I am part of their lives, Like the lines on their palms. Often, I wonder, Why can’t they just let me be? Allow their heart to feel me deep, I have my own purpose, I am an emotion,  As much part of human nature, As any emotion can be. I lament when people struggle to overcome me, I don’t take well to fights against me, The only way to overcome me, Is to simply surrender to me and  I in turn will set you free. Often, I wonder, What is so bad about me? Your body is most relaxed, While with me, Your mind is most empty, In my presence.  Yet you look to disturb me? I am the calm, before the storm, I am the dark night, before a bright dawn. I am the empty canvas, that a painter turns into a masterpiece, I am the state of mind that precedes all turning points in life. Accept me, Trust me, Embrace me, Experience me, I am the seed from whic
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A letter to my younger self - life still goes on

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  Hey dear one, Congratulations on your graduation from a college student to a professional. At 24 years, it makes me proud to see how far you have reached and the obstacles you have overcome to get here. Seeing you blossom from a fragile child to the confident adult you are today excites me. I wonder about the possibilities and opportunities that await you as you take your first steps in the corporate world. Like a gardener waiting for the seed to sprout, I await to see you unleash your potential in the new soil filled with freedom and independence. I know you will rock this world, and I know you do too! As you embark on this journey of living, loving and experiencing life to the fullest, hold tight to yourself. Love the you that you are and that you are about to become. The world is going to have several views, suggestions and advice. Be your judge. Make your own mistakes, take the plunge, try different things, and learn and unlearn. Seize the day, seize the moment and live without t
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